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//7« \ CHHTEeHQ mHRfllOnT 8221 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD, LOS ANGELES , CALIFORNIA 4 FM, Wedn August 11 Dear darling: I've just been talking to you-on the telephone. Awakened from:;sleep, you sounded so round and soft and downy and warm and young. I was, as always, incoherent. I wish I were an author. How brilliantly those fellows must be able to speak on the phone1 But me, I want to tell you with ringing and lyric ecstasy that I love you, that I miss you intolerably. I want to convey to you cunningly by the manly march of my discourse that I am very stalwart and handsome -- but gentle, ma'am, mighty gentle and courtly with gals,, and leal as the warrior's steed and a hell of a good scenario-hack, good any week for his $750 (minus V tax) and likely to be an unquenchable fount of mink coats and gray bookcases. But what, actually, when the magic has been worked and I can speak to you, do I say: ""Wull, wull, I'll be darn. Was you asleep? Wull, wull, I'll be darn. How are you, honey-chile'? You feelin all right? You stan'in the job all right? You stan'in the heat all right? Was you really asleep when I called? Right when the telapone bell rung? Asleep? And you're really all ri? Wull, I'11 be darni"" dinnerlastnitebilldozier' s. Pretty good. 0n<t interesting man there -- Joe Sistrom, a young producer, who seems, at least, to have an idea of what pichers might be if they didn't have to earn millions; and one swell woman, Emily Kimborough, who wrote ""Our Hearts Were Young & Gay"" with Corny Otis Skinner and is to see same through picherization. She's maybe forty; gay and as natural a comedian as Adela (whom still haven't seen tho phoned) though with it combines a faint, not unpleasant aura of HMMM lace mitts and sedate pussy mm cats and tea. And I like Robt Lewis whoijr,, after meeting him other nite, I've since fun across at MGM where I believe he's acting, not directing. He said something about playing a Jap which, with his beady eyes and perfectly round face, he could do perfectly. And did I write that Harry Maule is here -- on the tragic business of saying good by to his mother, who is over eighty, ill, and certain not to last long. I had dinner with him once,;and once a drink with him and his sister, Florence, M* who was once Mrs. Allan Updegraff and lived in Woodstock and looked upon:jinks and jollities at two in the morning, but is now withered and faintly severe and kind and' Iowan.

//7« \ CHHTEeHQ mHRfllOnT 8221 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD, LOS ANGELES , CALIFORNIA 4 FM, Wedn August 11 Dear darling: I've just been talking to you-on the telephone. Awakened from:;sleep, you sounded so round and soft and downy and warm and young. I was, as always, incoherent. I wish I were an author. How brilliantly those fellows must be able to speak on the phone1 But me, I want to tell you with ringing and lyric ecstasy that I love you, that I miss you intolerably. I want to convey to you cunningly by the manly march of my discourse that I am very stalwart and handsome -- but gentle, ma'am, mighty gentle and courtly with gals,, and leal as the warrior's steed and a hell of a good scenario-hack, good any week for his $750 (minus V tax) and likely to be an unquenchable fount of mink coats and gray bookcases. But what, actually, when the magic has been worked and I can speak to you, do I say: ""Wull, wull, I'll be darn. Was you asleep? Wull, wull, I'll be darn. How are you, honey-chile'? You feelin all right? You stan'in the job all right? You stan'in the heat all right? Was you really asleep when I called? Right when the telapone bell rung? Asleep? And you're really all ri? Wull, I'11 be darni"" dinnerlastnitebilldozier' s. Pretty good. 0n